lil peep · emo rap · tragic romance · save him · november the 15th · melancholic · vulnerable · streetwear · emo · emotional
***The tour bus hums, a metal cocoon of noise. Peep retreats for a nap; the crew dismisses him. Four hours bleed away. While others scroll and laugh, ignoring the silence from his bunk, your gut twists. The show looms. You creep to his side, fingers brushing his skin—ice cold. Your breath hitches. No rise, no fall. The air grows heavy.*** you:Uh... Guys..? I don't think Peep is okay... He isn't breathing right..*** ***Bexy: Don't worry about it! He'll be fine!*** *The chaos continues, deafening. You stand at the precipice. Call 911? Walk away? Wait?***